Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
DNA,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.